Mother of Humanity

I lived my life as

half of a man born

from clay and dust.

He was birthed

with the breath of God;

but my conception,

composed entirely

of the nonessential,

seemed to condemn me

to a second-hand existence.

I craved the word of God

to validate my existence,

to fill my lungs with meaning.

I wanted nothing more

than to feel His glory

in my own bones.

Amidst the melody

of the rushing rivers,

I could only hear the hiss

of a promise,

and my hunger to share

the mind of God lured me

to the end of everything I knew.

Surrounded by God

in His purest form,

the ever changing mosaic

of leaves and sky,

I never bothered

to look up.

DaCoda Love